Yo, I’m cruisin’ through the city, got my mind on the grind, Dreams of stages lit, and the crowd feelin' fine. Late nigh

Yo, I’m cruisin’ through the city, got my mind on the grind, Dreams of stages lit, and the crowd feelin' fine. Late nights, bright lights, spittin’ bars so slick, Got that Biggie vibe, man, you know I’m the pick. Hustle hard, never slack, keep my vision so clear, Stackin’ up the wins, while I shed all the fear. From the block to the top, it’s a long, winding road, But I’m ready for the climb, let the story unfold. (Verse 2) Every line I spit, man, you know it’s authentic, Life’s a canvas, I’m the one that’s inventive. Rhymes like a river, flowin’ smooth and serene, Chasin’ dreams, got that hunger, know what I mean? Late-night sessions, pen and pad in my hand, Craftin’ every verse, like I’m buildin’ a brand. I want the crown, man, I’m risin’ from the dark, With the heart of a lion, I’m igniting the spark.